I'm grateful for my life.
Everyday I wake up and thank the Lord for today, for yesterday and for tomorrow.
I thank Him for my family, my friends, my lifestyle and the opportunities that have passed by.
I thank Him for the amount of talent he put in my hands, for me to make good use of it.
...and yet I don't know how...
I thank Him for my incredible voice, for the rhythm I have when I'm dancing and for the talent that I apparently have when I write.
I thank Him for my health and my family's health and wellbeing.
Last but not least...
I thank Him for giving me the strength I have to keep on fighting everyday. It's really easy to give up, but I'm grateful that I'm not a quitter. I've thought about giving up but I also know that after a storm there's a rainbow.
After all this thanking comes the asking.
I don't ask for much.
I ask Him to look after the children that live in poverty, hunger and illness. I ask that he gives people an eye-opening epiphany and to solve this problem for once and for all. I ask Him to save them from their harsh... No... Save them from their cruel and almost unbelievable reality.
Last but not least I ask Him for the strength to keep going to school, because that hell hole has a bitch going crazy. I might be loosing my mind because of school, it's too much, it's unbearable, it's overwhelming.Love from Mars.
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Love from Mars Vol.1
Poetrypoetry for the lonely, the deppressed, the anxious, the angry, for the broken hearted.